because everything has a story

About

I remember being frustrated when I first started living in the city. There are so many things happening all around, all the time. Snippets of conversation, an odd sign, or a box left on the sidewalk marked “Christmas” but filled with garbage and a few odds and ends—these all just hint at the stories behind them. I wanted to know why, and who, and what happened but I just walked past these things. Now they’re stuck in my memory forever with no explanation. Then I became an investigator and suddenly it was my job to dig up the stories behind the questions I encountered. There is a wealth of information out there for someone with time and a bit of ingenuity. It occurred to me that I could investigate the little questions that piqued my interest. So here I am, indulging in my curiosity and perhaps, if you’d like to come along with me, yours.

Unless otherwise credited, all photos were taken by me or by Partner (like the one below):

HI Carol, Thanks for the “A writer confesses” like. I enjoyed your piece about convoluted investigations to remembering the name of lost Enum Claw record stores. I love that you’re a Seattleite, as am I.